SECRETS

FRENCH KISSES, FUR COATS and OH YEA! RED HAIR

  As I drove further into the calming air I turned on my stereo and cranked the volume though I was uncertain of which song would be playing.
I was driving but I wasn't sure where exactly where I was going. I mean, I knew the city well and I was still with its bounds, I just didn’t know where exactly I wanted to be at that particular moment.

Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor and I can't help but to hear no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.

Good. Panic! At the Disco my favorite band. They had something about them that just seemed to keep me calm. Maybe it was the fact that they made some basic life stuff seem a little comical. Well to me at least. And not to mention the jealousy I had felt for Brendon Urie because he got the girl and she was fooooiiine! But, all in all, nothing could stop me from loving this band.

   I rolled down the windows a bit slowing down the Jag (which I decided to name 'Emi') to survey my surroundings in search of a quick pit stop.
 
  By now, my blood that was bubbling after that little chat with Tami had cooled down. I mean, I really hated it when girls acted desperate. It just made the relationship boring. I wanted a challenge, an adventure. Something different. And she was just the same as the rest.

   Pulling over on the side walk, a large sign loomed over the concrete side walk that said "Grand Café". It said Great Coffee in French. I was a little rusty at it but I still remembered a thing or two or more (lol).

I examined the place though the fog that had now formed outside. It looked cozy and the music that emitted from inside was modern and moderate. Nothing over the top. It was seemingly a good hangout spot for a guy like me and it was on the edge of the city. Hidden from the corporate world- the world to which I was soon going to belong.
 
I let out a raspy sigh turning off the stereo and stepping unto the wet pavement turning around to lock the car while a few drops of rain settled on my scalp cooling it down.

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   Stopping at the frosted glass door, I put my keys in my pocket then pushed the door that made a rhythmic chime (from forks).

Touche

The smell of freshly baked pastries and the coffee permeated the cozy and homey atmosphere. It was a small place but business seemed to be booming as most of the chairs that were placed around circular tables were full. It had a very inviting country vibe with a juke box, wooden floors and other country stuff.
  
The smell of blueberry muffins filled my lungs and my stomach responded with a loud rubble so I walked up to the counter joining the line of…one, two, three, three people.

It was then that my nose got distracted from the smell of the floury goodness that was being passed from table to table.
I took a whiff of the air around me. The smell was intoxicating- drowning in fact. It reminded me of roses. That’s when I realized it was the smell of a woman and she was surely inviting me in.

Where is that intoxicating smell coming from?

I took another whiff but this time my nose led me to a short red head that stood in front of me bobbing her head.

Whew!

Even though I couldn’t see her face I couldn’t stop starring (or smelling for that matter).

Before I had realized it and faster than I had expected, the line had begun moving and she had been at the cashier about to place her order. As she stepped up to the counter, she unfolded her arms revealing her beautifully tanned carmel skin pulling out the earbud that had been lodged into her left ear that was splattered with diamond studded earrings.

"Ummm, hi…". She sounded angelic. Though she hadn't been talking to me, my heart was in a fight with my rib cage of get out (literally).

"Can I have a blueberry muffin and a French Vani.."